A DREM OF A WINE
　　
　　I woke up but I didn’t feel like getting up. I am used to staying in my bed for a while with my eyes closed to hear the rushing wind caressing the leaves of bamboo in my courtyard in wintertime
　　It was winter. And I do enjoy myself in winter for the warmth you have seems dearer. But for me to get it is rather easy: I usually drink wine with some of my friends while watching the snow and talking about poems in winter. I love winter.
　　
　　When I got up the charcoal, in a red clay stove was burning well. It was very warm in the room.
　　The other day some friend came and brought to me a jug of wine. It was not opened. Standing on the table it was, so nice and inviting that I walked up to it and anxiously opened it. Oh, how great ！The liquid was very clear and its aroma was immediately full of the house. It must be years since this wine was brewed .I should share it with my good friend.
　　It was getting cloudier and it was going to snow.
　　Such a wine! Such a weather! Such a stove in such a winter! I could not help but invite Brother Jimmie to come and have a drink with me..”
　　Brother Jimmie happily accepted my invitation and made his appearance in front my house before I knew it. My eyes were smiling when they caught at him.
　　
　　He was shining like a new penny in his new fur coat. He stood at my door presenting a bundle of plums to me just like a long lost friend. I bowed him in. Presently we were sitting face to face by the stove. He smiled at me saying: “I really feel warm in here. “ pointing to his heart. I could not but pour some wine in his glass. And he helped me with mine. We both had bottoms-up for the first glass.
　　The snow was still falling quietly and a gust of wind was flapping my windows just as a bird was flapping its wings.
　　“One thousand glasses would not be enough while drinking with an intimate friend” I said to myself. Then I filled his glass again. “WELL. Shall we learn from LiBai?” proposed he..
　　“Ok, let’s.”
　　 “In a snowy winter afternoon,
　　A girl and a boy drinking wine,
　　 No one know it stop when,
　　For there be no deadline!
　　 ’I was about to follow him in composing the poem when a girl rushed in, almost screaming
　　;“MADAM, Madam!“She was trying to catch her breath, “a green bird, sitting in the plum blossoms!“
　　“Oh! How come?“ I looked up at Brother Jimmie:“ IT is you that have brought a fairy here!“
　　A fairy, a bird or whatever seen,
　　Come to join us for the warm wine,
　　Care not white, pink or green,
　　From mounts, rivers or the Paradise Nine.
　　I raised my glass to him and all fairies or friends. I was very happy to see that they all helped
　　 themselves to my wine. We were all drinking to our hearts’ content. It was so nice and pure, so beautiful and greatly peculiar that when it was rippling down through my throat I could feel a rare fragrance not only in my mouth but also in my heart , my blood, my flesh and bones, oh, all over mywholeself.! I could still hear the fairies giggling though I was somewhat affected. My face was starting to warm up. And I was sure it was getting ruddy. In my ears it sounded:“
　　A fairy, a bird or an Ellen,
　　No worry, sorrow or a wrinkled line,
　　Happy as we were in heaven
　　Hope it be only the wine!
　　“Good poem! A treat to my ears is as wonderful as a drink to my mouth. Life should be this way.”
　　” We are celestials now , aren’t we?” I said to Jimmie.“Yeah, we are” He laughed and continued,” I should be the one who is in charge OF wine.“ “As well as poetry.“
　　 I cut in.”Yeah.Why not? If I were in Tang Dynasty I would … “Then what dynasty are we in now?
　　--What do you think? Any one. It would happen in any dynasty like A Dream Of Red Mansions .Two or a lot of friends were drinking in a snowy
　　afternoon. Now the room was full of aroma of wine and blossoms or the mixed.
　　
　　 “You know, Brother Jimmie, in Sui Dynasty there was a man called Zhao Shixiong.One day he happened to pass by Mountain Luofu. At dusk he met a beauty in plum woods. The beauty was so charming that he invited her to drink wine with him. While they were taking pleasure in the wine a maid in green was singing and dancing around. They had a good time. Soon Shixiong got drunk and fell asleep. When he opened his eyes after along rest he couldn’t find the beauty or the maid again. He felt very sad for this. Just then a green bird sat in plum blossoms singing .He understood at once that the beauty he met was the fairy of plum blossom and the maid turned into a green bird at sunrise.
　　
　　-Are you another Zhao Shixiong?
　　-If I were, you would be the fairy.
　　-No. I don’t want to be the fairy in charge of blossoms. I know how soon youth would fade and bloom perish. I prefer to be a person like wine. “-Let’s drink to ourselves.” We both had bottoms-up for another glass.
　　With fairies the party still lengthen,
　　Songs dance drink and dine,
　　May it be forever this way till when,
　　A dream turn out to be a wine…